Doctor Nick Benning has worked hard to become a phenomenal surgeon. Ads for traveling to a new dimension have begun to pop up everywhere; including a billboard asking 'Life got you down? Debt sky-high? Health problems? Just needing new scenery? Visit Portal Relocations on the web to learn of your chance for a new life!' Circumstances in life change for him and the journey begins to sound intriguing despite the stories he's heard... (A Tale from the Diaper Dimension)

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Chapter 47: Bloody

IVY LOOKED ON in horror at the screen as a gun was pressed to Holly’s forehead. The feeds from her watch, and two working daycare cameras, were shown on a screen side-by-side. The views showed the scene in all of its horror. ‘I’ve pushed her to the point where death is better?!?’ she thought miserably. ‘Please don’t shoot my baby!’

“Damn, that girl has some big balls for a Little!” one of the cops next to her said.

“Shut it, man, that’s her mom - and my sister there!” Jonah said.

“It’s okay,” Ivy told him, “She does definitely have some big ones - I just hope she doesn’t end up dead from this.”

I WONDERED WHAT he was going to do as I looked down the gun barrel. My bladder had already emptied everything, so at least I couldn’t pee myself from nerves! I actually really just wanted a damn diaper change right then, but I knew I’d never be able to get the tapes undone myself.

“It’s not enough of an exchange,” the leader told me. “Let me see if they’ll up the trade out there.”

“You there? Captain?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“I want the ‘Daddy’ of this little girl here. Her name was Zoe, but it was changed to Becky.”

“What do you want with him?”

“That’s not your concern. Get him in here, or I start shooting hostages. I won’t start with the Littles either. It’ll be Amazon blood that spills first today. You have fifteen minutes!” He shouted and hung up.

“Get busy on him, Doc!” he pointed the gun at me and then at his injured man.

“DO YOU HAVE a list of kids in there?” Jonah asked.

“Yes, which room would she have been in?” Another sitting at a table with a tablet asked.

“She looks to be the only infant they removed…?” Jonah answered.

“Found her!” the officer said, “Looks like her name is Rebecca Clark. Father’s name is Robert Clark.”

“Bob?!?!” Ivy asked in surprise.

“You know him?”

“He’s the hospital CEO. I’m actually surprised he’s not here yet.”

“I am; I’ve just been standing in the background,” she heard his voice and turned. “What do you need me for?”

“They’re demanding that Becky’s father go in.”

“What will they do if I go in?”

“They’ll release the injured toddler that just had the emergency surgery done.”

“If I don’t?”

“They say they’ll start killing hostages.”

“You haven’t gotten all of the others out yet, have you?”

“No, we’re working on cutting a hole through the sidewalls of the infant nursery now. Once we get them clear, we’ll do the preschool room next.”

“Any idea why they want me?”

“I think she’s the reason they’re here, Bob,” Ivy told him.

He sighed, “Guess I’m going in.”

“You can’t…” one of the cops tried to argue.

“Same reason Ivy’s Little couldn’t let the girl die; I too swore an oath. Maybe I can save my own little girl this way.”

He had been in a suit and tie but pulled off the coat and had rolled his sleeves up to show his bare arms. Ivy watched him march through the door down to the hallway she had been in to deliver the supplies earlier. ‘Please come out safe…’ she thought towards Holly.

“HE’S COMING IN,” a voice called over the video, and I watched the guy end the call with who I now realized was ‘Uncle’ Jonah. Three of his men fanned the hallways, and two others held guns to toddlers’ heads in the hallway to prove they were sincere in killing hostages.

“You, Doc, can you push that stretcher by yourself?” The leader called at me.

I nodded, “It’s on wheels; I should be able to.”

“Go ahead and push it into the hallway,” he said and leveled a gun at my head.

I could practically feel his sights on me as I pushed the girl out to the hallway and passed by the man they’d asked for. ‘Bob?!?!’ I thought in my head. I groaned! Of all the Amazons they had to bring into this mess…

“Stop right there, Doc!” he called out at me.

I froze and could see Ivy standing thirty feet away with tears in her eyes. I mouthed, ‘It’s okay,’ to her.

“Come on back, Doc!”

I turned slowly and walked back behind Bob.

“Why do you want me?” He asked when he was inside.

“Many reasons… first one, Doc and the others need their diapers changed; get busy!”

“Why don’t you just have them…?”

“Because you all lock everyone in damn diapers that only Amazons can open, asshole!” Catalina shouted at him.

“In fact, no, he’s not going to change them all; I just want him to open them for everyone. We’ll help the toddlers put new ones on. You just undo them.”

“Sure, just keep calm,” Bob said. Then, he looked at me, “Doc, he called you?”

I nodded, glad he seemed to be smart enough to pretend not to know me.

“Come here, and I’ll get that diaper off.”

I stiffened as he undid the snaps on my blood and piss-soaked romper, then Bob undid the tapes. I held it in place, looked at the leader, and then motioned with my head towards the cubbies, “Can I get a new one out of my bag, please?”

“Knock yourself out, Doc. You haven’t complained once - and you’ve been useful! You might as well get comfortable since we’ll be here a while. Feel free to go commando, too, if you want! But, unfortunately, I’m guessing you’ve lost your control?” He almost sounded sympathetic.

I nodded, “Damn Amazon breastmilk.”

“Addictive and makes you have accidents,” he acknowledged.

I made my way to my cubby and grabbed the diaper bag. It was on a lower shelf and easy enough to get to. I decided modesty was out the window anyway with all of these people and just let the diaper drop to the floor. Wipes were inside, and I used them to wipe myself before holding the diaper with my butt against the wall to tape it shut. I decided it wasn’t a terrible job and then looked for any spare clothing options inside the bag. Finding a pink onesie in there, I set it aside before quickly wiping my upper body clean of blood.

‘Best I can do here,’ I thought before pulling the onesie over my head and snapping it closed.

Bob was still helping to remove the diapers of each Little and baby. When he was done, two of the Little women helped the truly lost Littles and the genuine toddlers into new diapers. Unfortunately, even the potty-trained toddlers had long since gone in their pants, so they dressed the upset toddlers into spare diapers too.

I walked back to the medical supplies to take stock of what was left. I figured that I could probably handle two more gunshot victims in a series. There was still plenty of traditional and nanite supplies in the kit they had put together. I had read, studied, and watched films with the nanites; but didn’t know that I felt ready to use them without someone guiding me. That’s why I only used them after I finished the major work myself. I hoped she would have the same recovery time as with the nanites alone, but it was really a hope that she lived that had driven me to play it safe.

One of the men was motioning to me with his gun, “Have a seat Doc,” he told me, gesturing me back towards everyone else. I looked around, and nearly everyone else had only tops and a diaper on them, or maybe just a diaper for some of them.

‘I guess I wasn’t the only one who leaked!’ I thought morosely.

The guy who was the leader had now tied up Bob, leaving him kneeling on the floor in front of the door. He paced around him a few times before using a knife to slash the back of one of his ankles, and I figured he had gone through the same Achilles tendon cut on the Little girl. Even though he was an asshole, I felt an internal need to help him… but had to sit quietly, knowing there was absolutely nothing I could do for him.

“What was that for?” Bob cried out.

The man sliced his other ankle next without saying a word, just pacing some more.

“What do you want?!?” He cried out in obvious pain.

“Zoe,” he said, pointing towards the Little girl. I now knew she was his, “what exactly did you do to her?”

“Her name is Becky, not Zoe!”

The man leaped and sliced through the top of the Amazon’s earlobe and threw the large chunk of skin towards the hallway.

“What did you do to her?!?” He screamed.

IVY WATCHED THE scene in horror as Bob was attacked again. Holly’s watch was still picking up audio just fine, and the daycares cameras captured the scene perfectly. Too perfectly!

“We have to move in, sir!” One of the SWAT members said.

“No, we were ordered to hold for a specialist team! They’re thirty minutes out.” Jonah ordered him.

“He’s going to be dead before that,” the officer told him.

“He might be… but we’re trying to save the babies. We bust in there the wrong way, and we’ll kill half of the hostages. We just managed to get both the infant and preschool rooms cleared, so there are three walls that can be accessed for a breach into that final room.”

“What kind of breach are they going to do through solid walls?!?” the officer asked. “I would have to use enough det cord that I couldn’t guarantee I would do the same damage to the hostages.”

“The order to hold came from the governor - we have to hold,” Jonah told him.

Ivy watched Holly on the monitor for any signs she would do something else stupid and heroic. She seemed content to watch and figure out steps later for the moment. She noticed she had been looking at the medical supplies earlier and wondered just what she had really been looking at.

I WATCHED IN a bit of morbid fascination as Bob finally began talking. “We sent her to Tippy Toes for training,” he said.

One of the still intelligent Littles next to me gasped. I whispered, “Is that bad…?”

They nodded, “The worst!”

I guessed the leader was aware of it, too, because he took that moment to take the top of his other earlobe.

“What did you have them do!?!?”

“Do you really want to know?” Bob asked defiantly. “Can your wittle brain handle it?”

I looked at him in awe as I realized he’d decided he was probably dead either way and was clawing back. A part of me could respect that, but the rest of me knew he was a despicable monster!

Another slice was made up his bound arm, and a piece of skin was cleared to where you could see the musculature below. ‘That’s a damn sharp knife!’ I admired the knife cuts in a way. ‘How far is he going to go?’

“Tell me!”

“Fine, we had her Triceps and Achilles heel tendons severed to prevent her from walking or crawling. Obviously, we took her teeth because I was tired of my wife screaming when she bit her trying to nurse her. We had her breasts removed since obviously there was no need for those on a baby, and since she wasn’t going to have babies, we had a hysterectomy done.”

I felt my guts wanting to spew at this, and I could tell the masked leader wanted to just slice his throat and be done with him.

“What about her mind?”

“That’s irrecoverable, unfortunately. We didn’t intend to do that to Becky… but she suffered a psychological break in the middle of the conditioning she was receiving. They told me that about one in five suffers a complete loss of cognitive function with their process. I had her tested here in the hospital, and the scans show no real neural activity. She’s essentially a living doll who nurses from my wife, pees, poos, and can cry when she needs something. Just like she and all of you sho...”

The man finally had enough and lunged at him, stabbing him straight into the heart and then twisted the knife. Bob gasped and fell over, dead within a few failed heartbeats as blood pooled about his body.

“Zoe...” the man cried over the top of the helpless little.

IVY COULDN’T HELP but have mixed feelings right then. She’d never been a fan of Bob… as Holly had said - he was a jack-ass! But she had worked with him for a long time - so it pained her to watch helplessly on the video as his body bled out from a wound that even an instant injection of nanites would do no good.

That being said, he was a bastard for having done that to that poor girl! She’d heard of Tippy Toes before from parents of patients. Ivy had never met a Little who’d been through there that wasn’t seriously scarred physically and mentally from being there. ‘In any sane world, it would have been shut down…’ she thought.

She watched in horror right then as the leader moved to gently kiss the girl who had been known as Zoe and stepped back and…

“No!!!!” she cried out as the muzzle flashes showed, and it was obvious the little girl was dead. He’d shot her straight through the heart and then the head.

The leader shook tears out of his eyes and moved back to the communication center. “How are you doing on our vehicle?”

“Why are we hearing gunshots?!?” Jonah asked, playing dumb.

“Don’t kid me, Captain. I know you have cameras in here by now. You know as well as I do what those were. You also know I have no problems killing. You have just twenty minutes before I kill a hostage. I will kill another every fifteen minutes after that. Again, I’m starting with the genuine Amazon toddlers here… I have eight of those, then another twelve Littles. Your move,” he said.

“Damnit, Captain! Let me move in!” The officer once again pleaded with him.

“We’ll take it from here, Captain,” Ivy heard another voice say.

I WAS IN a state of shock when he killed Zoe… In a way, I didn’t blame him for killing Bob, but for him to kill what I figured was at least a dear friend?

“Who was she?” I found myself asking stupidly.

He turned the gun nervously in his hands and walked over. “Why the hell do you care?”

“Because I just watched you perform what I assume was a mercy killing? Maybe because if by some miracle I make it out of here alive, I want to know the full story?”

He shook his head, “How the hell did they get you?”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ll answer your question, but answer mine first.”

I shrugged, “I was a hell of a surgeon back home. One of the younger upcoming hotshots, really. Suddenly, though, I had a series of crappy events happen to me. First, my apartment building was suddenly deemed structurally unsafe, which meant I moved into a couple hotel rooms for months… I felt depressed with that and stupidly responded to one of the PortalRelocations ads online.”

“PortalRelocations?”

“Apparently, they go by Procuring-Relationships on this side of the portal…?”

“Yeah, I’ve heard of them… Anyway, you still had a job?”

“The hospital I worked at got bought out, and they were cutting ten surgeons. I was one of the last hired, so first cut… I stupidly called the relocation office that day and finished signing my life away,” I pointed to myself. “It didn’t help that my new ‘mommy’ promised me she would find me a position at her hospital… Unfortunately, I was too stupid to realize she meant she would find me a position shitting my diapers in the daycare.” I snorted.

He gave me a slight grin, “Zoe would have liked you.”

I watched as he looked over at the door, at his men, and then sighed, “Zoe Farthing was the leader of our movement - Littles Against Forcible Regression, or the LAFR as we’re known more often. We spring Littles like yourself from their kidnappers and then help them get their lives back together. We operate on the other side of the country most of the time, but ten months ago, we found out there was a Little being held by a professor at Emerson University that we needed to free. Zoe took in a team of seven operatives that night. Unfortunately, the operation was totally FUBAR. One operative managed to make it back to our safe house, four were killed, and two were sent to etiquette schools that we’ve already rescued. Zoe, though, disappeared completely, and it was a mystery where she went. It took us four months just to find her and then another two months to get three of our operatives into this daycare with them.” He pointed towards Seth and Catalina, who I noticed had been more silent.

“We have a pact with each other… if we should be turned into what they did to her, we will put each other out of our misery. You seem like a decent woman; I can offer you the same pact?”

I looked at him and gave him a small smile, “I appreciate that… but I still have my own hopes for freedom down the road… not ready to give up yet. Besides, in case you can’t tell, my Amazon still lets me be me for the most part.”

“Indeed,” he said. He looked at his watch, “Well, Doc, I’ve appreciated this chat, but it’s time for me to prove to those outside that they really do need to take us seriously.”

“You don’t need...”

He gave me a cold glare, “You’ve proven you’re a good person, don’t make me take your life too,” he told me as he stood up and moved where a two-year-old girl sat. She was about an inch shorter than him, and you could tell she was terrified of everything going on, even if she didn’t understand.

At that moment I couldn’t help myself! There was no way I could stand still and let him kill her. So I leaped from my perch and tackled him!

“BREACH, BREACH, BREACH,” Ivy heard and watched in horror as her little girl wrestled with the leader of these terrorists. The screen brightened to white for several seconds as explosions came from every side of the room. She lost sight of Holly on the overhead cameras as they went blank but could still see her rolling around and fighting.

She gasped as a sudden spray of blood filled the watch’s camera and felt her blood turn cold. “No… No…” she said as the arm stopped moving altogether, “Holly!”

Chapter 48: Doc

WHEN I HAD worked with the medical kits earlier, I had carefully concealed a scalpel inside the padding of my diaper through a small slit I made. I hoped I wouldn’t need it, but when I saw the man going for the toddler, I couldn’t help but draw the sharp blade free and leaped at him.

The guns went off at the same time as our world exploded, but I continued wrestling with him even though he was a foot taller than I was. Finally, when he tried turning his gun back towards me, I decided it was time to end this and drew the blade across his carotid artery. He continued struggling as he gasped, and blood sprayed everywhere, but I hung on for dear life.

“Freeze!!!” a voice yelled at me, “Drop the weapon!”

I carefully disentangled myself from the man’s dead weight and then showed my hands. I had tunnel vision until then and expected to look up at a large Amazonian SWAT team member like Jonah... But instead found myself looking at a Little about six inches taller than me in full black tactical combat gear. He had his face hidden behind a mask.

“Identify yourself!” He called out to me.

“Doctor Holly Nickerson,” I told him.

“Clear!” He called out, “You’re Doc?” He asked with his weapon still pointing at me. He motioned around the room, “Nice work,” he said.

Just then, I heard a cry, “MEDIC!!!!!!” from one of the men. Over on the ground, I saw two of the rescue team members suffering gunshot wounds.

“I’m a doctor; let me help one of them!” I told him.

He nodded, and I grabbed the supplies that were left. I didn’t know that it mattered by then, but I gloved up anyway and got to work on one of the patients while the corpsman worked on the slightly worse case. “You know what you’re doing?” He asked me.

“I sure as hell hope so,” I told him and began working on slicing away his clothing and the vest that hadn’t stopped the slightly off-center wounds. I counted three bullet wounds on my quick examination. Two were through and throughs in his side and right arm. More concerning, though, was another hole that was quickly filling with blood on his abdomen. I knew that was the bigger problem and focused on it. The trauma kits they gave me had some packing that I shoved into the wounds and ran a line with the universal blood they’d given me. I tossed a bag to the other medic too.

“Thanks,” he said, and we worked on stabilizing the patients. Several other Amazon doctors, including Ivy, suddenly appeared to help out.

Ivy began programming a nanite cluster and told me, “Get this to that first hole.”

I took care to maneuver it to the side of the spleen and said, “It should be there.”

“Get your hands clear,” she told me, “Activating!”

Over the next half-hour, we did a procedure to save the Little’s life that would have taken six or seven hours in my dimension. I couldn’t help but think without the nanites that, we would have lost him just as easily as the two-year-old the day before my eviction back home. With both of the patient’s vitals stabilized, they were moved to an ICU unit for recovery.

“You can’t go with them!” I heard a doctor try and tell one of the uninjured team members.

“I’m a Hellcat. I go wherever the hell I want! Don’t stop me!”

One of the nurses, who I remembered Ivy pointing out as a real bitch the first time I’d been at the hospital, tried to block him. I watched her lying on the ground crying with an arm bent unnaturally in an open fracture in no time flat. “You idiot!” one of the nearby officers said as she tried to get an assault charge filed, “They’re Hellcats! You can’t do that kind of shit! They are protected by International Law!”

I watched another young nurse follow the men and thought I may have heard her giggle. Right then, I finally felt myself losing the rush of adrenaline that had carried me through the crisis. I looked up at Ivy, “Sorry, I probably did more stupid things today than in the history of Littles.”

She smiled and hugged me tightly, “I’m quite sure of that. Of course, we’ll also need to talk about your potty mouth!” She looked stern before smiling with tears streaming from her face, “but I’m also quite certain you are the bravest person I’ve ever known!” She nearly squeezed me to death before pushing me away, “That being said, if you ever do anything that stupid again!”

“Just don’t send me to daycare again…?” I suggested hopefully.

She laughed and cried simultaneously while hugging me.

I looked up then and realized that her brother Jonah was standing there. He knelt down to where I stood and held out his hand. I let him envelop mine as he said, “You are why we only lost a few people today. You saved a lot of lives today… Thank you!”

I felt a tear go down my eyes, “I just did what I had to.”

He patted me on the head and hugged his sister tightly. “Ivy, I love you to death. Take good care of your little girl; she’s more special than I think you know.”

She hugged him back, “Thanks for all you did, Jonah,” she told him.

“I really didn’t do anything. It was Little Miss Action Hero here and that insane Little anti-terror squad. I didn’t understand why we were waiting, but now I know. The Hellcats are a legend in the Special Forces at this point. There’s not another unit with the accuracy, speed, and tenacity to do something like that with no civilian losses. I know we couldn’t have made it in as cleanly due to needing bigger entry holes. Plus, none of the terrorists expected to aim at their own height!”

“Well, thank you anyway,” I told him.

“You’re welcome, Holly,” he said simply. “Ivy, you had better bring her to Sunday dinner this weekend, or Mom will kill all of us.”

Ivy sighed, “Yeah… we’ll be there.” She gave him another hug and then held her hand out, “Well, Doc, shall we borrow a staff shower here and get you cleaned up before we go home?”

I nodded and wondered at her not picking me up until I looked more at my body. I looked like I had been the one killed… ‘Good thing they have infectious diseases like STDs well under control here!’ I thought to myself. I walked beside her down the hallway and up a few levels. ‘Restricted Access Staff Only’ was on the door that she swiped us through.

A few nurses gasped as we passed them, and one rushed over and asked, “Doctor Nickerson, what happened to her? Why isn’t she down in the ER getting checked out?”

She stepped in front of me, “Hi Kat… She’s fine; it’s not her blood. Doctor Nickerson here just saved a bunch of lives today. We’re just coming in here to get her cleaned up… you don’t happen to have a spare diaper and maybe some scrubs she can change into?”

I looked around her at the face of the confused nurse, “I can see if pediatrics has any scrubs her size… I can grab a gown or a onesie for certain?”

“We’d prefer scrubs, but otherwise, what you can find works. We’re going to use the showers to get her cleaned up.”

“I’ll be there shortly,” she said.

IVY LOOKED DOWN at Holly, aggressively ripping off her blood-soaked onesie. She used a pair of gloves to take it from her and put it in a hazardous disposal bin. Her shoes and socks soon followed, then finally, the very well-used diaper was removed, and she wiped her bottom clean. “You’re getting a bit of a rash here, Holly.”

Holly shrugged and told her, “Not surprised… my butt’s been covered in pee and poop all day long.”

‘I might have some cream in the office… may have to raid a nurse’s station,’ she thought before saying, “We’ll get some rash cream on it as soon as possible,” and turned on the showerhead far above Holly’s head.

Holly stepped into the shower, and blood began peeling and making a gruesome pool on the tiled floor. She had been scrubbing herself for several minutes when Kat made it back out of breath. She whispered to Ivy, “Did she seriously perform two surgeries today? And, really take on the lead terrorist on her own?”

“Yes…” she told her, “How…?”

“She’s a good surgeon,” she told her back. “I took an important part of her life away when I adopted her,” she told her quietly. “What did you bring?”

“Oh, here is a diaper. Pediatrics only had some toddler and newborn diapers in her size. Since she’s walking, I brought the toddler… Here’s some soap, a couple of surgical sponges, wipes, rash cream, and the smallest scrubs I’ve ever seen in my life… I didn’t know we even had that size!”

“I’m surprised we did,” Ivy told her as she looked at the purple scrubs that looked like they would only be half a size too big on Holly.

“Apparently, we keep them on hand for when a Little comes in with their wife for labor…?” she shook her head, “Let me know if you need anything else. Everywhere I just went had everyone proclaiming her the most amazing hero they know of!”

Ivy gave a small smile at that, “That she is!”

“Is it… Is it true about Bob?” Kat asked her.

“Unfortunately, yes… they killed all of the daycare workers, Bob, and then his little girl.”

Kat gasped, “What about the terrorists?”

“All died in the rescue,” she told her.

“Make sure you get her some counseling,” she told her in a whisper again.

Ivy nodded, “Definitely.”

She nodded towards the shower, “I need to give her this.”

“I’ll see you soon,” Kat told her and left.

She opened the curtain and said, “Holly, here is some soap and a surgical sponge set… are you able to get yourself clean of everything?” she asked her.

A nod was her only answer as Holly took the items and turned to scrub every inch of her body she could reach.

I COULDN’T FOCUS from the moment the water turned on. It startled me when Ivy handed me the soap and the sponge. After that, I found myself on autopilot as I scrubbed all of the blood off of me. I was glad as I did so that I didn’t find any open wounds for myself to have been infected easily through. ‘I’ll have to request a blood screening to ensure I don’t have anything!’

My eyes wouldn’t focus as I was on autopilot scrubbing myself. The fact that I had saved multiple lives was offset by my memory of killing a man... ‘I don’t even know his name,’ I thought as I kept scrubbing… and scrubbing…

“Here, I think you got everything but your back,” Ivy suddenly broke through my mind.

“Huh?” I asked as she grabbed the sponge from me and gently turned me around. She scrubbed at my back for a moment and turned off the water.

She wrapped me in a towel and picked me up in time for me to break down in tears.

“I didn’t want to…!”

IVY FELT HER heart break as it was clear that the events had fully hit Holly. She would have gladly killed that man herself if she had the chance, but Ivy knew she, too, would have been impacted. Here was her poor little girl… No little woman, she admitted - who had to kill when all she wanted in life was to save people. She hugged her tightly and wrapped her in the towel until she cried herself to sleep.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered as she laid her down and dressed her in the diaper and the scrubs. Carrying her out of the room, dead asleep, nurses and doctors alike gave the pair a nod. She had no idea what would come in the future, but she knew that Holly would forever be respected at this hospital.

Everyone seemed to respect that she was sleeping and didn’t approach the pair, but she could tell that things had changed for Holly with the looks in everyone’s eyes. She wasn’t sure what would be the hardest thing to deal with to move on. ‘First thing once I get home is to take this soaked bra off and pump out the milk that I should have removed hours ago…’ she thought to herself as she carefully strapped Holly into her car seat.

As she drove home, the magnitude of the day began hitting her as hard as it hit Holly. Seeing her mom’s car in the driveway didn’t completely surprise her as she drove up. ‘Mom will probably give me an earful for not calling…’ she sighed. ‘When in the hell would I have done that?’

She backed into the garage around her mom’s car and then walked to Holly’s vehicle side. The poor girl was still out cold, but that didn’t surprise her much. Her own body was threatening to shut down due to the adrenaline she’d used, and Holly had a much smaller body in a way more intense situation! As she opened the door to the house, her mom looked at her expectantly.

“Mom, let me put her down in her crib first, and then we can talk,” she told her.

The hug was impossible to dodge just then as she held onto her, “I love you so much, sweetie… I’m so glad that you and Holly are alright!”

“I love you too, Mom,” she told her. “Holly’s out cold, though. Let me get her to her crib. I’ll be back in a moment,” she told her.

“Of course,” she told her.

Ivy sighed as she opened up the nursery and took in the innocent sight of a room fit for a baby princess. It suddenly seemed wrong to her as she truly realized for the first time that Holly wasn’t just a misguided Little that needed to be cared for like a baby. ‘I don’t think I can do anything else, though…’ she thought morosely as she checked her diaper. It was dry as a bone, ‘I doubt she’s had anything to drink all day!’

She debated about trying to see if she could get her to nurse in her sleep for a moment when Holly stirred.

Thanks for reading! Please leave a comment if you did so and press the Kudos button! I should be posting every other day again until this is fully posted here on BC. We're closing in on the last part of the book here! The full novel is complete (52 chapters plus Epilogue) and published on Amazon if you wish to be impatient though!

I have just also published an update to my Exchanged Trilogy, and Emerald Princess, that created AI read audiobooks for them. I’ve spent some time tweaking pronunciations, and they’re pretty good when you can’t afford thousands to pay for audiobook creation! They’re a $1.99 addon to the $5.99 price on Kindle. If you’ve already purchase the book it should come up as only $1.99. They’re also available on Audible directly, but that’s $9.99 versus the cheaper price! https://www.amazon.com/author/babysofia